Ignoring the searing pain coursing through his body, Henry Brooks cried out in shock. The flash of purple light from years ago had left an obsession in his heart!

"I knew it was a treasure! People always say that where there is swirling purple energy, there must be fortune!"

Now, that obsession had become reality—it really was a treasure!

Bang!

But in the next instant, the stone spear struck the ground again, causing him to eat a mouthful of dirt.

As he pushed himself up from the ground, he realized that his beast robe was now stuck to his body, and filthy blood, streaked with faint traces of red, covered him from head to toe.

"This is the impure blood from my body!"

His eyes were filled with disbelief. As the young master of Ethan Brooks, among all the small tribes and clans within a radius of ten thousand miles, no one could surpass him in body-forging elixirs.

Even those clans in the ancient land of Lasha, far beyond Ethan Brooks, were at best on par with him in body forging. Only the ancient clans in Lasha Ancient City, those with totemic inheritance, could possibly surpass him.

At this moment, he understood—the stone spear kept striking him to clear out his entire body, though the method was rather rough.

On his blood-stained skin, one blood blister after another appeared. Every pore on his body was swelling open. Although he ached all over, he felt much more clear and unblocked.

"Um... that..."

Hesitating for a moment, Henry Brooks looked at the stone spear floating before him, his throat moving several times before he finally spoke.

"You awakened me, and I helped you clear the stagnation of impure blood in your body. We're even!"

"Ah...!"

In the next moment, Henry Brooks lunged forward and grabbed the stone spear!

"No way! In the past three years alone, I've absorbed the essence of dozens of body-forging fierce beasts. How can that be considered even? No, absolutely not!"

Henry Brooks said hurriedly. Ever since he could remember, the elders of his clan had told him that in the Great Wilderness, some divine weapons possessed the power to shake the heavens and earth, and within them, weapon spirits could be born. To nurture a weapon spirit, the weapon must at least belong to a totem-level expert!

And totem-level experts surpassed even his father, who was at the Spirit-Capturing Realm. Such beings existed only in the ancient land of Lasha. The current lord of Lasha Ancient City was a totem-level expert, appointed as the Baron of Lasha, guarding hundreds of thousands of miles of the ancient land for the human race!

Such a weapon could rival the hand of a totem-level expert. Even his father would be suppressed if he faced it head-on!

Clutching the stone spear tightly, Henry Brooks refused to let go!

The last time a totem-level expert appeared in the Ethan Brooks clan was a thousand years ago. The more he thought about it, the more he felt he couldn't let go!

Yes, he absolutely couldn't let go!

The elders had said that even the life weapon of a totem-level expert would only give rise to the most basic form of a weapon spirit. Yet, the stone spear before him already possessed thought, almost like a person.

It was very likely to surpass a totem weapon. He must not let go! In the entire ancient land of Lasha, those who surpassed the totem level were nothing but legend!

To surpass the totem level was not just a legend—it was legendary!

Today, perhaps, the legend would reappear. He could not let go!

"Besides, I dug you out from deep within the earth. Otherwise, you might have stayed buried in the dirt for thousands more years."

Buzz!

Perhaps Henry Brooks's words moved the stone spear, as a streak of purple light appeared again and shot directly into his body.

"Huh? This is the Skin Tempering Method. Why does it feel so similar to my Ethan Brooks clan's Azure Scale Skin Tempering Method? No, this is exactly my Ethan Brooks clan's Skin Tempering Method, but it's become so much more profound."

A set of techniques appeared in his mind, making Henry Brooks pause in surprise, but he quickly realized what was happening.

"Essence Condensing Method!"

"Blood Ignition Method!"

"Bone Hammering Method!"

"Marrow Cleansing Method!"

"These are the Five Body-Tempering Methods of my Ethan Brooks clan! How do you know them?"

Henry Brooks's eyes were filled with shock. Techniques were the foundation of a clan's inheritance. The Five Body-Tempering Methods were coveted by all the tribes within ten thousand miles, yet now the stone spear knew them!

The stone spear glowed with purple light but gave no response, only trembling as if trying to break free from his grasp. Henry Brooks understood—this was the stone spear granting him another opportunity, to thank him for digging it out of the earth.

To be honest, these Five Body-Tempering Methods were indeed very similar to those of the Ethan Brooks clan, but three or four times more profound.

With just these techniques, the strength of the Ethan Brooks clan could double—though it would take quite some time, at least ten or twenty years, for the next generation to grow up. But for a clan that had stood for thousands of years, what was twenty years?

As the young master of the Ethan Brooks clan, who had received the tribe's utmost cultivation, how could he not recognize the benefits? At this moment, he was even more determined not to let the stone spear fly away!

A stone spear that could freely comprehend the Five Body-Tempering Methods of Ethan Brooks—could it be simple? In comparison, the Five Body-Tempering Methods might not even be worth mentioning.

This was only the body-tempering method. What if there were divine repository methods, or even higher spirit-capturing methods? Not only for him, but for the entire Ethan Brooks clan, it would be a tremendous fortune.